Love Story Book 1970 Novels & Stories

"It's a love story. We both have the same names of the two main leads." "You're joking." "It's called 'The Notebook'. The movie is almost ending. Want to hear the full story?" Even still in awe, I nod, not removing my eyes from the screen. "At a modern day nursing home, an elderly man, Duke, reads a romantic story from his notebook to a fellow elderly patient," he begins, his voice strong and steady. "In 1940, South Carolina, poor lumber-mill worker Noah Calhoun sees seventeen year old Allison Hamilton at a carnival, pursues her and they have a summer romance."

I said, then shooed them away. A couple of minutes after they left, while I had immersed myself in the book I was reading, I felt a presence hover over me. Judging from the way the person’s shadow practically covered my entire figure, I could tell it was a man. I put my bookmark on the page I was reading, closed the book, then took off my sunglasses and looked up to see who it was that had decided to disturb my peace. “Colleen Hoover,” he said, reading the name of the author of the book in my hands. “My sister loves her books”.

The voice said its tone sarcastic. I shook my head, trying to clear the doubts from my mind. I had made my bed, now I had to lie in it. I would just have to be careful and make sure my cover didn't get blown. But as I turned to lock the door, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced around but saw nothing. Still, the feeling was there, like the bitter taste of regret that hung at the back of my throat after I landed myself in this mess.

Do you want to be my friend? Of course my answer was yes and the rest from there on out was history, I wish I could say we discovered we loved each other and we decided to date while in high school and broke up only to get together when we were in our late twenties, get married, have two-point-one kids, lived in a house in the suburbans, had a dog and lived happily ever after but no, that not how this story went. This story was far from that.

Thе dеѕсrірtіоnѕ оf groping each other and getting ‘felt up’, оf ‘making оut’, аnd then later of ‘blowjobs’ аnd ‘gоіng аll thе wау’ hаd simply ѕоundеd sweaty аnd grоѕѕ tо her. Onе afternoon, lаtе іn hеr ѕеnіоr year аnd ѕhоrtlу after hеr еіghtееnth birthday, one оf her bооkіѕh friends hаd passed her a book wrіttеn bу a fеmаlе аuthоr ѕhе didn’t rесоgnіzе.

A/N: I know most of you are confused. This is still the novel "Will You Keep My Secret?" Just a changed title and cover. Thank you for reading my book!❤️ ••• Navaeh. Getting off the bus, I ran into the bowling place where I worked. Bunny's Bowling was written in red with knocked down pins and almost knocked down pins in it's background was it's logo. "Took you long enough." Koa snapped as soon as I stepped into the locker room.

Theresa was in love for the first time. Years later, she could still feel how her heart practically fluttered out of her body when he turned his handsome face her way and flashed a smile that caused the dimples in his cheeks to deepen, while his sparkling blue eyes gave a quick wink. His large, calloused hand felt warm and powerful as he playfully tousled her long, sun-kissed hair. She wasn’t deterred when she discovered he was a whopping twenty-one years old. Age didn’t matter when you were in love. Theresa followed him around like a wide-eyed puppy dog right up until the day he married Penelope Pratt.

I wince and move it a few inches away before bringing it back to my ear. "Troy are you there?" She calls again and I nod like she can see me. "Yes Rachel,I'm here." I say and resume walking out of the school. My foot slightly nudges a small book on the floor and I carefully study it before bending to pick it up. The word 'Diary' is printed in a bright, colourful pink on the book and I groan. It must have fallen out of the mysterous girl's open school bag.

He must have heard me. I quickly put my mouth my hands over my mouth. Hoping the Edison's didn't hear me. Mr Edison clicked a button on the remote in his hands and the movie started. The cinema staff served us drinks and popcorn while we watched the movie quietly. The movie was really interesting with so many poetic lines and an amazing plot. It was exactly the kind of movie I liked. "A heart attack is nothing compared to the pain of love unmet" "What worth is my life if not mirrored in your gaze? What purpose has my heart if it no longer echoes your name? I long for love that is not mine. I long for something I can never get" "My heart is yours keep it safe, hold onto it until we meet again

The message read, “How’s hope? I bet you didn't see me today. Don't blame me, I was caught up with work. I'll make out time for us to meet. How about a coffee at the Louis coffee shop tomorrow by 5:30 pm? Don't be late. I love you, Elena.” I was thrown into a state of confusion. Who was this anonymous? How does he know my baby's name? I couldn't get the answers I was searching for. All I had to do was close my eyes, try to push the thoughts aside and wait for the next day.